I've just rediscovered all my old journals from school up till a few years back. I was so depressed. I'm tempted to rip the pages out and either burn or shred them. It feels like it would be cathartic.

This is fabulous. But why can't I ever remember not to read the comments? Ugh. I keep reading the comments.

I now see the appeal of the Buffy series.

Originally Posted by Speckla

Ooh, ooh, is it how sweet the friendships are? Is it the quipping and silly turns of phrase? Is it the kicking of supernatural butt?

I actually didn't think much of the first few episodes and am not sure why I was compelled to keep watching, but I ended up watching like the first five that night and growing to love it.

Can Paris Hilton come back as the reality tv queen, and replace kim K, pleeaaaasee, at least she was funny....

Originally Posted by murrrcat

And a nasty bigot. Was she really that funny, though? I never watched anything she was on.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh, sooooooooooooo sooooooooorrrrrrrrrrreee!!!!!!!!! I got the quid pro quo yoga thing, so YAY, and I took my first class on Thursday and owwwwwwww. Running to make my morning training meeting likely had a lot to do with it. I was hardly able to shamble around on Friday and didn't go to class again, which is a good thing because not only would I have collapsed on the sidewalk before I'd made it a quarter of the way there, but I would've been just doomed when it came to walking around the Chinese New Year Festival I attended with my friend's family today. (It's not a huge area, but we were on our feet the whole time.) The area from the tops of my feet to the front of my ankles is the WORST! Every time I pick up my feet, those muscles protest louder than all the rest.

The Festival was great, BTW. I wore this cute blue wrap dress my grandma gave me while cleaning out her closet two days ago and it looked great on me! I'm proud of myself for actually treating myself nicely and wearing something fun instead of deciding I'm not worth it. I even put on a bit of concealer and blush and touched the mascara wand to the tips of my lashes because I knew I'd feel a touch more confident in makeup today and I decided that was worth it, too. As an aside, KCCC worked great for smoothing back my ponytail.

I didn't bring a hat and it was annoying shielding my eyes from the sun, so I had the perfect excuse to buy a parasol. I took forever to pick a color, but wound up going with a blue one that matched my dress pretty much perfectly. $6 well spent. At one point my friend's sister held it for me while I cut something in half and there was much joking about how I was not being tyrannical enough and should've been demanding she hold it higher and summon a servant to feed me grapes. And there were skilled dancing dragons and a taro smoothie with boba and a good time was had by all!

At the end when we were leaving, this dude approached me and sort of interrupted himself and said, "Hm, you're a tricky one - could you be twenty-five?" and I said, "No," and kept walking. Then my friends' parents remarked on the shadiness of whatever this person and the others with him were apparently offering, which involved young women in Vegas? Umwut. Being oblivious totally worked in my favor because all I knew was the guy was acting like a TV type who wanted something and was multiple standard deviations off the "Are you 18 or over? *arched look*" norm of people's questions about my age. Well, also that his phrasing was weird as hell in both his comment and question. "A tricky one"? And "could you be 25"? So basically, red flag red flagged a red flag, I kept it moving and then my friends' parents were all "We saw the biggest flag of ALL!"

I've just rediscovered all my old journals from school up till a few years back. I was so depressed. I'm tempted to rip the pages out and either burn or shred them. It feels like it would be cathartic.

I don't journal anymore. It makes me hang on to my depression.

Originally Posted by curlylaura

I binned all mine when me and the SO moved in together, new life and all that, didn't want to hang on to old stuff.
My dad found some school ones up in the loft at their house a few years ago, I told him to get rid of it but he left it for me to check through when I went for a visit. It was mortifying to read all that teenage 'angst'. I'm a hoarder by nature but it was good to let them go.

My hotel room is clearly haunted. Even the door looked haunted. Good thang I ain't fraid' of no ghosts.

I had to reserve a room at the first available last night, after I called several and they were all full. I walked in this morning and they informed me they had no reservations, and were booked solid, along with every hotel in 60 miles. I said, check again!! The computer had cleared my reservation, but my room was still left. Whew!

There is a light switch to no where above this gianormus king sized bed. When I flipped it, I thought the bed might at least vibrate or something. I feel let down.

I know too much about this place.

This is the first hotel that was built in my county. I came here to party when it first opened. A few years ago it went down hill, big time. Stabbings... all kinds of crazy, but the meth heads vacated when they increased rates last year. That's comforting.

It's okay now, assuming no one cooked in the rooms, but it's freaking cold.

When I hear terms like "hipster" I think, who told cliques they could leave high school??

Can Paris Hilton come back as the reality tv queen, and replace kim K, pleeaaaasee, at least she was funny....

Originally Posted by murrrcat

And a nasty bigot. Was she really that funny, though? I never watched anything she was on.

Originally Posted by wild_sasparilla

I didn't mean she was actually funny in a comedian way. It was more of a laugh at funny. But after I said that I realized her and kim k are no different, they have so much in common...........They both ugly cry like crazy! ......see you thought I was going to say something different.

You know those bad habits that you're supposed to want to quit but secretly enjoy? I think I may have come to the end of one. It just made me feel more bad than good for a change. This is going to be a challenge, but maybe I can try it for Lent (again), and see how it goes. We shall see.

Also,

WTH was that chair doing in a bad dream about my father? I have no affinity nor memory for that style. I doubt he did, either. So, c'mon, unconscious mind. What gives?

And finally,

That was not a lunch invite I saw coming. If a scolding starts, I'll be out of there in a New York Minute. (snap,snap,snap.)

Do I buy the tickets now or wait a few months? Do I buy Ed's first (most expensive)? Or mine?

The urge to buy them is great right now.

Originally Posted by curlylaura

Gasp!

Is Ed going to be in flight?

Originally Posted by claudine19

Sadly he will have to go in the cargo hold. They don't allow animals in-cabin on long haul flights. The crew will go down to see him and give him water and probably be attacked in the process. More than likely there will be other animals down there too. I feel awful doing this to him but I can't leave him behind.

I flew a dog to Seattle last year and it went really well, but make sure your airline has a very good reputation for caring for pets. Also, drugs may be a good idea.
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I truly dislike Anna Wintour's hair. It's obviously straightened and frozen in place by its weight. It closes in her face and it's just.....yuck.

There are only two airlines that fly animals to Australia and the vets here won't pass a drugged animal to fly. Feliway sprays are allowed and I'm going to put a blanket in his crate that smells like me. Hopefully that will help him